Jesse Jones: She is quiet as they walk back to his bike. Before getting on the bike, she firmly plants her arms over his neck and pulls him in for a long deep passionate kiss.

Aerin Thomas: He blinks, surprised by that, but quickly gives in, wrapping his arms tightly around her and meeting the kiss with unrestrained passion himself.

Jesse Jones: Holding the kiss as long as she can, she has to come up for air, and does she gasp, trying to not only catch her breath, but her heart is racing. "I....you....better?" she manages.

Aerin Thomas: He takes a deep, shaky breath, and nods slightly, swallowing hard. "Yeah...yeah, I think so." He opens his mouth to say something else, and then just impulsively kisses her again.

Jesse Jones: Good think she got a breath, certainly surprised that he would kiss her again. Like before, she isn't holding back at all, pressing herself against him more, trying to be as close to him as possible, looking into his eyes. This time, though, she holds her breath longer...though no surprise her being a swimmer. But as she starts to wear down, she pulls back slowly, she sucks on his lower lip before letting go, shivering a bit.

Jesse Jones: (thing)

Aerin Thomas: He moans slightly into the kiss, his hands straying down her back and then sliding over her hips. When she pulls back, in that lingering way, he gasps a little bit, his breath catching. "I...um." He looks around, flushing slightly, and looks back to her. "Yeah. Time to...ummm..." He gestures to the bike. "Shall we?"

Jesse Jones: She nods to him a few times waiting for him to get onto the bike. "You really want us to get my bike or just go back to your place?" she asks quietly, starting to blush profusely now. She hasn't let go of him yet.

Aerin Thomas: "I...hmmm." He looks around, and then nods. "Let's get your bike first, from your place."

Jesse Jones: "Okay....." she lets go of him and waits to get on the bike until after he's gotten on first.

Aerin Thomas: He slips quickly onto the bike...no helmet, as always. As soon as she's on the back, he leans back to nip at her jawline lightly. He revs the bike once, and then drives them off toward her place.

Jesse Jones: She lets out a gasp at the nip and mutters something at him that sounds like 'tease' as she holds on tightly during the short drive. (speeding it up of course) Once there, bike stopped, she climbs off. The bike being in the garage. She digs around in her pocket to get the set of keys for the house.

Aerin Thomas: He smiles at the mutter. Once they arrive, he kills the engine and slips off the bike, moving along with her. He wraps his arms around her from behind, lowering his head to kiss her neck. "You want to stay here a while before heading back?"

Jesse Jones: She stops, hand in her pocket and leans back against him, a quiet moan escaping as he kisses her neck. "Yeah....." leaning up to look at him smiling.

Aerin Thomas: "Okay." He smiles, then buries his head against her neck, breathing in deeply through his nostrils, taking in her scent. A low sound stirs from deep within his throat. He nips a couple times along the line of her throat before pulling back to let her get the door open, at least.

Jesse Jones: She manages, getting the keys from her pocket, her hands shaking a little, her body shuddering a bit when he nips at her throat. "Aer....you're.....driving me crazy..." she says quietly, cursing trying to get the door open quickly.

Aerin Thomas: "Good, we match, then." He grins faintly, but eases off enough to let her at least get the door open.

Jesse Jones: "Tease...." she laughs the door finally opening, and she moves through quite quickly to turn off the alarm within the minute needed. Then she flips a light switch. The house is an older house, quite well kept. Not a lot of furniture, but there is a large sofa, a few chairs, no television in the living room and various pictures in black and white and color in frames in various sizes hang around the place. It being small, it's easy enough to see the kitchen from the living room. A hallway is off of the living room where it is still dark.

Jesse Jones: "Home sweet home...." she announces to Aerin, grabbing for his hand, from behind her.

Aerin Thomas: He reaches out and takes the hand offered to her and draws up against her again, kissing just behind her ear before murmuring into it. "You know...I think they can quite possibly live without us at home for a little while, at least...what do you say?"

Jesse Jones: She gasps, a small moan slipping out when he kisses behind her ear, pressing against him to be closer. "Mmmmmhmmmmm.....no arguments from me."

Aerin Thomas: "Good." He runs a hand up her side, fingers trailing up over her shoulder. They reach her chin, and he guides her head back as he leans forward to capture her lips in a very deep, impassioned kiss.

Jesse Jones: His touch, his kiss....she practically melts now against his body, and with his body as they stand there. Certainly this time her kiss is more relaxed and unhurried as before, like she had been stealing them. No, this time, there was no need to rush. A hand reaching up to gently touch his face and brush it, a thumb tracing along his jawline.

Aerin Thomas: His breath catches a bit, and he glides his hand over her jawline, back until he can bring it to rest against the back of her neck. He's slow, taking his time as he kisses her, savoring her and the moment. His free hand slides up her back and slowly down again. The world around him slips away, until it's just them...all that matters for this one thrilling moment. Eventually, breathing becomes necessary, though, and he pulls slightly back, taking a breath and bringing his lips down along her jaw, tracing the line there to her neck and making his way down.


Jesse Jones: Her breath catches in their kiss as his hand moves along her back, even through the coat. And as well as she holds her breath, it is a good time to come back up for air. Closing her eyes, she tilts her head back a little further for him, her neck is all his for the taking next. "Oh Aerin...." she gasps softly, letting his name linger while her other hand starts gently running along his side, her other hand still touching his face.

Aerin Thomas: Her reactions, of course, do nothing but encourage him, and he takes to the encouragement readily. He trails down her neck to the base, leaving little nips followed by a soothing kiss after each. "Goddess, Cricket..." He breathes it out, breath warm and carressing her skin. His hands fall away, just long enough to come around front and dip under the shoulders of her jacket. They move up to slide her coat off, letting it fall to the floor. "We...should...um. Somewhere more comfortable, maybe?"

Jesse Jones: Her body shudders when his warm breath touches her skin like that. And as he helps her with the jacket, she slides her body around to get out of it, not caring about it being on the floor. Normally, she is rather neat about such things. The tank top she wears underneath is certainly a bit warm from her body heat and again, as her bare skin feels the cooler air, she shivers, skin goosing. "My bed.....?" she asks quietly, pulling him gently, almost urgently again, herself moving backwards toward the hall, leaning up and nipping at his neck this time. "I want you," she murmurs against his neck in one of the nips.

Aerin Thomas: He goes quite willingly, a shiver racing like quicksilver down his spine when she finds his neck. "I...yeah. Bed works. Goddess, Jesse...I want you..." Along the way, his trenchcoat finds it's way off of his shoulders, falling to the floor in their wake. No shoulder holster...since the assassination attempt, he's been wearing his gun on a belt clip at his back. He lets her lead the way, his hands sliding over her sides, and dip under the hem of her tank top to discover the bare skin just above her hips.

Jesse Jones: And there is her gun, which she reaches around to grab from out of her pants, on their way to the bedroom, leaving her free hand to keep leading him down the hallway to the room at the very end of the hall, with the door already open; the other two closed. "It's a small bed....." she laughs suddenly, sounding nervous. More goosing of her skin as his fingers touch against her skin now, his touch electric to her. "You ...ummmm....I....." fumbling at her words. She manages to kick at the door to get it open the whole way to let them pass through easily enough. There is a nightlight on in there so it is not entirely dark. The bed its self is actually just a box spring and mattress on the floor, sans headboard and footboard. A nightstand is made from a refurbished round wooden cable wiring (can't think of what they are called). A simple lamp is there, looking to be hand made, but with intricate carving on the base in the wood. There are several silver-frame photos with pictures of her and another woman who appears in severeal of them; one of which she is in a wheel chair and looks to be quite frail compared to a vivacious looking woman in her mid-forties. A few other pictures also are there and are in home made frames in various locations with her and some groups of people from her time in the Corps. A dresser is across from the bed and a closet door is off the side. The shades from the window are open but a a tree from outside the window manages to keep things pretty secluded.

After they get near the bed, she reaches over to put the gun down on the nightstand.

Aerin Thomas: "Small is fine," he says with a little grin. He moves with her, thumbs stroking lightly over her sides under the tank top, and follows her into the room. He makes a quick look around and then reaches back to unclip the gun. It's set it on the nightstand next to hers, before he steps up to her and kisses her again, his hands moving around to her spine and up, caressing over her back. He takes his time with it, letting his fingers explore every inch of her back, learning it by tactile sensation. Atthe same time, his lips part and he slips his tongue forward, lining her lips before slipping further to explore her mouth.

Jesse Jones: She looks up to him, into his eyes, moaning as he explores her back, her sounds muffled as she opens her lips eagerly for his mouth, his lips, his tongue. Her own tongue touches his, playing and teasing a little before gently sucking at his tongue for a moment to go back to dancing with his. Her own fingers reach around and pull at his shirt gently until touching skin, feather light touches along his sides, moving toward his back. Any scars he might have as she does so, her fingers touch very tenderly at.

Aerin Thomas: Right at his back, a few inches to the right and just under the kidney, is the biggest scar, an old line the size of a knife blade. He has some claw wounds as well...wounds suffered when there was none to heal the scars away. Life on the road, before finding a home in New York. Some of the work almost seems more deliberate...the work of someone who had the opportunity to take their time. And of course, there's the bullet wound on the left side, under his ribs. He shivers under that light touch, moaning softly against Jesse's lips, and the kiss becomes a touch more urgent...desire pushing him forward. He reigns it in, wanting to take his time, and pulls back as he catches the hem of the tank top and draws it up over her body.

Jesse Jones: She tries to study some of the scars, but knows she'll have time to later. As her top is drawn up, she raises her arms over her head, a black bra, with a front clasp, still on. Around her belly button there is a tribal looking tattoo, that is, Aborinal, not her tribe's. As the shirt comes of, she inhales sharply at the feel of more air against her skin. Around her neck, is a silver chain, with the item at the bottom still hidden between her bosom. She has one scar, almost under her rib cage, that can be seen as well as felt.

She leans in again to give Aerin, a gentle, lingering kiss. She murmurs against his lips, "We can go as fast or slow as you want. It's been a very long time for me....." she blushes a bit.

Aerin Thomas: "That's fine," he says with a soft smile, and leans back to take her in visually, breath coming slowly in and out, eyes wondrous. "You're amazing," he breathes, just before his eyes find the scar. He furrows his brow curiously, bringing his fingers up to very lightly run over it. "What happened," he asks, looking up to her eyes.

Jesse Jones: "Don't want to ruin the moment," she then shhhhhssssss to kiss him, smiling, her hands working to get his shirt off, tugging a bit eagerly.

Aerin Thomas: "Fair enough," he says with a little grin, leaning into the kiss. The lace-up shirt comes up easily, and he raises his arms long enough to help her get it off. Once it's on its way to the floor, he leans in again and starts to trail kisses from her shoulder inward. The palms of his hands slide up her stomach, finger pads skmming along her sides, and brush over her bra as they turn inward, finding the clasp of her bra and undo it, careful to avoid the silver chain. Habits, and all.

Jesse Jones: She smiles when he doesn't push the issue right now. Something she'd almost forgetten about really, and clearly quickly out of her mind once more. The kiss ends when it's time to get his shirt off. The way he brushes her, he can tell she actually has a bit of muscle under there, but not a surprise either since he's seen her work out too. Sharply she inhales feeling the bra come off. And at the end of the chain, a silver kanji for love on it. Moving her shoulders just so, it's easy enough to get bra off. "You're pretty amazing yourself..." she says quietly, reaching up to cup his face gently and kiss him tenderly, allowing their bare skin to touch.

Aerin Thomas: He smiles softly to that and shrugs. "I guess." He gets that out just before the kiss, and his arms slip back around her, drawing them close together once more, sighing deeply into the kiss. The touch of their bodies against each other draws a deep breath from him, his heartrate quickening, body flushing. She can feel a gentle, glowing warmth emanating from the rose-shaped scar on his chest ((forgot about that one somehow. :P))...it's a genlty pulsing heat, growing warmer as their bodies meet. He runs ahand over her hair, fingers threading lightly through it until they come to rest against the back of her neck, pulling her eagerly into the kiss.

Jesse Jones: Her own breathing gets raspy once he pulls them fully together again. Of course she feels the other warmth from the scar on his chest. Heart racing and as she starts to say something, he mouth covers hers and just as eagerly, she kisses him back. Her arms stretch up his chest to his neck and she starts to play with his nape, rubbing gently at it, one hand playing with his hair (does he have it tied back?)

Aerin Thomas: ((He does.))

Jesse Jones: She works the tie out with one hand, pulling him backwards with her so she can set it on the table, before standing back up again, trying her best not to really break their kiss.

Aerin Thomas: He shakes his ehad just a little bit as the tie comes out, to let his hair loosen up a little from the state it had been held in. He lingers the kiss a good, long time, getting lost in the taste of her, nostrils flaring faintly as he breathes in her scent. Her desire heightens his, and he breaks the kiss with a gasp. His arms dip and circle around her at her waist and behind her legs, picking her up in a sudden motion. His lips find the soft part of her shoulder just above her collarbone, nipping along there as he lowers to his knees on the bed and then sets her carefully down on it. His lips never leave her skin, exploring and teasing along there until she's resting on the mattress. Then, he's lowering himself down, kissing over her breastbone. A hand genlty sweeps the kanji pendant aside with a brief tounch, a reverent brushing of his fingers over the symbol. The faint irritation the silver causes him is barely even noticed in his Homid form, of course.

Jesse Jones: He moves her so quickly she doesn't even realize it, suddenly finding herself on the bed, though it might have been the kssing too that kept her distracted a bit. She lays back down on the bed, the pillows under her and it isn't until she feels his warm fingers and the coolness of the metal of her kanji that she realizes suddenly and she pulls back a little, murmuring how sorry she is, trying to get the necklace off.

Aerin Thomas: "Shhh..." He looks up at her, smiling gently, and raises a hand to brush over her cheek. "You're fine, love. No apologies, okay? Especially not for something like that."

Jesse Jones: She smiles when he says all that, unhooking the chain and carefully removing it; it also going to that table. "I forgot love...." she turns her head, kissing at his hand, then taking it, turning it upward and kissing gently against the palm.

Aerin Thomas: "It's okay." He smiles up to her, thumb caressing her cheekbone, and then lowers his head again. He trails his kisses down her breastbone, gentle pressure with his lips the whole way, and diverts course midway down to travel up the slop of a breast. His free hand rises up over her side and then in to brush along the side of the other, moving along the swell...continuing the path of learning her body by touch of fingers, hands, lips, and tongue.

Jesse Jones: She closes her eyes, laying back so he can explore her. Of course the more he touches and kisses her the faster her breathing gets. Her body very much responding to him the longer he does this. The breathing turns into soft low moans. And whenever she can, her hands run through his hair, over his back, around his sides, exploring his body as well.

Aerin Thomas: He quickly adapts to her reactions, learning what she likes...lying next to her, his body resting against hers as his mouth makes it's way to her nipple. He kisses his way around the tip, teasing her a little first, before he closes his mouth around it, suckling there. His hand mirrors the actions of his lips, brushing his thumb over her nipple when his mouth closes over her other. He continues to stroke his hand over her cheek gently throughout, eyes turning upward to watch her expression, savoring her pleasure as much as anything else.

Jesse Jones: Her eyes open and close at various times, and when he sucks her nipples she moans a bit louder and she even wriggles a bit when his hand mirrors his mouth before arching up a bit against him. "Aer....." she moans, "Oh please....." she starts crying in pleasure. "Make love to me.....please.....I want you.....now......" and turning her head she looks deeply into his eyes, her eyes full of love for him.

Aerin Thomas: He groans softly around her brest and pulls back. His hand drops to her waistline, deftly opening her jeans before he slips down to take her hiking boots off. Once their pushes aside, he moves back up to her, fingers tucking into her waistline and sliding her jeans down over her hips and off. He watches her with a look of near reverence on his face as he does so. "I..." Even now, it's hard to say. Not because he doesn't feel it...very, very far from it. But he's afraid of what it might mean to her. Still, he won't deny it...even if he could. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and meets her gaze, his eyes naked and without the mask he usually wears. The emotion behind it is incredibly deep...painfully so, one might imagine. Right now, though, there's only one holding dominance. "I love you."

Jesse Jones: As he is working off her pants, she helps him with getting her pants off and even pushing her black tanga off, eyes locked with his. Hearing the words she had tried to say earlier, and fumbled over, she kisses him softly, saying the words back with each kiss. "I...love...you....too...."

Jesse Jones: For her too, the words were hard to say aloud, even though they had been there. Afraid to say the words to someone else again. And to have someone that close in her life again. To lose them. But right now, in this moment, with this man, he cast away her fears and doubts for him.

Aerin Thomas: He shivers at those words, eyes shutting tightly for just a moment, before opening again. His own last doubts and fears held for just a moment, and then let go, released. He kisses her back, running his hands over her sides, and one set of fingers moves in-between her legs, sliding over her. His breath starts to come just a little faster, a sound coming from deep in his chest...instinctual and rising.

Jesse Jones: She murmurs the words again to him when he closes his eyes, "I love you, Aerin...." Eyes closing again when she feels his hands moving much lower. Her arousal is very obvious; a small surprise whimper turned into a low moan, caught in her throat. Her hands move over his chest, her fingers spread wide as she starts slowly, but moving quicker down to his waist, snapping the top button of his pants and unzipping them, struggling to reach and push them over his hips.

Aerin Thomas: His stomach draws in a little bit as she passes over it...sensitive stomach, it would appear. When she pushes at his waistline, he brings his free hand down to help her, wriggling a little to get the leather pants down and off, boxers following. He kicks the Doc Martins off, some part of him in the back of his head--the one that's still capable of very much rational thought--glad he wore the low ones and not the ones that came halfway up his calves. The pants and boxers quickly follow. He doesn't let the attention paid to her sex drop any more then he absolutely has to, fingers working there to bring her higher and higher. A last kick brings those last articles of clothes off.

Jesse Jones: She only half notices his sensitive stomach at this point; his attention to her distracting her quite intensely. A new experience for her though she tries hard not to show this too much for him. Wanting to help him feel as good she reaches over, gentle touching him and trying to tease him at first, then please. But the more he expertly keeps her own pleasure piqued the more she just wants to feel him inside her. With a growl of sorts she pulls him into her closer and tries to push her hips up to meet him. "please...." she begs urgently, "now....make love to me......please.....I want you...."

Aerin Thomas: And that's about all the ruging it takes at this point. He shifts position a little and rolls, ending up with her beneath him, and positions himself between her legs. He looks down at her, his heart racing, and presses forward with his hips, his hand guiding him inside a bit before he lets go, taking hold around her hips. He eases himself inside, going slow for her...it had been a while, she'd said. A deep, loud moan comes forth, back arching as he pushes forward. "Oh, G-Goddess...Jesse..." He looks down to meet her gaze, his own hazed with passion and love.

Jesse Jones: She holds onto him tightly, arching back up to him and although it had been many years, he can feel just how tight she is and at first she lets out a small cry in pain and bites against his neck, quickly followed by pleasured moans. Looking back up into his face her own eyes are filled with love, passion and total ectasy. Moving with him, feeling this close, it's as being one with him. "Ohhh....A....Aerin...love....." before kissing him deeply.

Aerin Thomas: Her teeth taking tight hold at his neck causes him to gasp, a moan of pleasure coming through gritted teeth. When she lets go, he looks back to meet her eyes, heart racing and his body covered now with a fine sheen of sweat. He sweeps his hair back from his face and starts to move with her, settling into a rhythm dectated by desire. The heat coming from his chest is overpowering now, though somehow not painful, to him either from the look of it. He shudders a little bit as he rolls his hips, working his body in time with hers, and leans in to meet the kiss, his own lips pressing hungrily against hers. "Goddess, Jesse....Cric...ohhh..." Low sounds, soft growls, deep moans...he goes to a place beyond thought, to pure emotion, pure instinct. "Love you...so much..." he manages to get out.

Jesse Jones: Hungrily she kisses him, moaning into his mouth. Trying to hold onto him tighter, somehow feel physically closer to him than they already are, her legs wrap around him, her arms around his back and around his shoulders. As the heat continues radiating off them both, her own body also taking on a sheen of sweat. Heart pounding so hard and then the climax. Nails digging into his back; not hard enough though to break the skin. Breaking the kiss she gasps for breath and still tries to bite at his neck, throat and collar in a mixture with kisses. All her sensations overtaken. "Love.....you......love you.....always......"

Aerin Thomas: "Oh, g-g-g..." Her climax, coupled with the bites to his neck, the nails in his back, everything combined, sends him into overdrive himself. "Love you t...too..." He wraps his arms tightly around her, the shivers wracking his body as he's struck momentarily speechless. He is, for that moment, entirely helpless within her arms, and in that moment, he doesn't care. Slowly, his shudders subside, and he relaxes, though his arms are still holding her close as his breathing slowly returns to normal..

Jesse Jones: She continues holding onto him tightly, her legs slowly unwrapping as she too starts to come back down; breath and her heart slowing back down. She nuzzles his cheek and against his neck, leaving a small trail of kisses. Content and so very happy in the moment, she stays quiet.

Aerin Thomas: After a couple moments, he rolls to his side, still holding her--but this way, she's not supporting his way. He sighs contentedly, nuzzling at her neck before he presses a soft kiss against her lips. "Love you," he murmurs.

Uktena: Moving her neck so he can reach better, she lets him nuzzle. If she could purr she would right now. The smile on her lips very wide. She kisses him back. "Love you too...." With her more freer hand since she is lying on her side now, she brushes her fingers gently over the side of his face, pushing the hair bac and even running her fingers gently along his hair line. "I'm so happy right now with you....."
Ravyn: "I'm glad." He smiles at her, stretching in an almost languorous manner. His arms slip around her shoulders, drawing her close, and he kisses her forehead. "I'm glad I can give you that, Cricket. You deserve it."
Uktena: "I want you to be happy too, Aerin....you deserve just as much or more....even if it's just right now...." her arms wrapping around his waist.
Ravyn: "I am happy," he says, looking at her. "Right now, this moment...I am truly, truly happy."